Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. To keepe with you at Meales, comfort your Bed,
Por. And talke to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the Suburbs
Por. Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Por. Portia is Brutus Harlot, not his Wife.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. You are my true and honourable Wife,
Bru. As deere to me, as are the ruddy droppes
Bru. That visit my sad heart.
Por. Por.
Por. If this were true, then should I know this secret.
Por. I graunt I am a Woman; but withall,
Por. A Woman that Lord Brutus tooke to Wife:
Por. A Woman well reputed: Cato's Daughter.
Por. Thinke you, I am no stronger then my Sex
Por. Being so Father'd, and so Husbanded?
Por. Tell me your Counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
Por. I haue made strong proofe of my Constancie,
Por. Giuing my selfe a voluntary wound
Por. Heere, in the Thigh: Can I bee that with patience,